Author's Note: this chapter is rated M

Ted entered his bedroom, his heart pounding with the anticipation of what he might find. Rebecca had said she'd be naked in his bed and man alive, if that weren't a gosh dang dream come true. She was like some kinda Amazon woman, tall and strong and ethereal. She was a goddess, but all the better for being flesh and blood. He wanted to explore every inch of that womanly flesh of hers, discover every curve of her incredible body and learn how to worship her like she deserved. And she did deserve it. She deserved everything good in the world after all she'd been through. Rebecca Welton had been turned all upside down by the cruelty she'd been shown, but she was coming out the other side. She had more than earned happiness and pleasure and…well…love. Not that anyone really had to earn those things. But Rebecca certainly had. And oh but Ted Lasso wanted to be the one to give it to her.

But Ted was not met with a vision of Rebecca naked in his bed, as he'd been told to expect. Instead, he found a fully clothed Rebecca sitting on the end of his bed. Her leg was bouncing on the end of her bare feet against his carpet. Gone was the sexy, teasing temptress he'd left in the kitchen. And, actually, hadn't he seen her dress tossed out of the bedroom when he left to take Welton out?

Rebecca looked up and just stared at him, her green eyes wide with apprehension. "I…" she began, trailing off. Her brow furrowed and she closed her mouth.

"I guess you changed your mind," he surmised, trying not to be too disappointed. He was disappointed, sure, but he was more worried about what had made her reconsider his offer to…well…

She swallowed hard. "I didn't," she protested. "At least, not really. I took my dress off and then sort of realized that this is absolute insanity and I'm forty-six and a mess and I've got no business prancing around like some supermodel WAG and—"

Her words were cut off when Ted took two long strides to her, grabbed her fidgeting hands out of her lap, pulled her up to standing and kissed her. It probably wasn't the right thing to do. Actually, he knew it wasn't. He wasn't the kind of guy to be forceful like that, not in any circumstance, and especially not with a woman. But she was saying all kinds of things that he didn't like her saying, and this seemed the quickest way to cut off her rant before she really got going.

Rebecca pulled back from the kiss almost as quickly as he'd pulled her into it. "What the bloody fuck was that for?" she demanded. She looked kinda dazed.

"Sorry, I shouldn't've done that, I know," he apologized. "I shouldn't've interrupted when you were talking."

"So why did you?" she pressed.

"Because I don't think you're prancing anywhere, you're not acting any kinda way you shouldn't, and even if you don't wanna take your dress off in my bedroom, I don't think you're a mess. I think you're great," he told her.

Her brows jumped up her forehead. "You do?"

"Yeah, I do. Have done for a long time, boss."

Rebecca hummed at that. Grunted, almost.

But Ted understood. "I guess it's not so sexy to call you boss when I'm kissing you."

A smile twitched on her lips. "I suppose it could be, but it isn't at the moment, no."

Ted just smiled back at her.

Rebecca sighed, taking a step back and sitting down on the end of the bed again, putting her face in her hands once more. "Christ, what are we doing?"

With a frown of concern, Ted came to sit beside her. "We're two adults who like each other. What do you wanna do, Rebecca?"

She lifted her head and turned to look at him. "I don't know," she answered softly.

"I think you do know, you just don't wanna say in case something doesn't work out and you end up lookin' foolish. And I promise you, whatever it is you want from this, now or next week or whatever else, I'm gonna respect that. I hope I made my feelings clear. I like spending time with you, I like kissin' you, and I'd like to do more of both. But the ball's in your court. Or do y'all call that a pitch, too?" Ted could feel himself starting to ramble as he got more and more nervous over her response. He hoped that putting himself out there might make her more comfortable to do the same, but it was also pretty vulnerable being out on a ledge by himself.

"It's a court," she said. "But that's not the point. The point is that I like you, too," she finally confessed. "And I meant what I said in the kitchen, I don't see you as just a fling. You mean a lot to me, Ted, and I don't think I could bear disappointing you."

That one threw him for a loop. "How could you disappoint me?"

"Take your pick," she answered with a shrug. "I end up disappointing everyone in one way or another."

Ted had to pause after that one, needing to find the right words. He couldn't tell her that she'd never disappoint him, because that wasn't something he could guarantee, and she wouldn't like to hear him try. So instead, he offered, "Tell you what, instead of either of us assuming we know what's gonna happen, how about we just see how things go? You think you're gonna disappoint me? Well, maybe I'll surprise you. Heck, you might even surprise yourself."


Rebecca stared at him, marveling at how this kind, sweet, wonderful man could possibly even consider wasting his time with her. The idea that he wanted her in any way was a little mindboggling.

That is, she knew she looked bloody good for her age. Her tits were fantastic, as Keeley liked to remind her. She had 'action-figurey arms' as well as very shapely legs that she took a lot of effort to maintain. Her stomach was perhaps not as flat or taut as it once was, and the lines on her face were starting to resist the Botox more than they used to. But Rebecca was no fool, she was fucking fit.

It was just that…well…being admired from a distance as she sat in her office to intimidate and impress people was very different than being entirely naked and vulnerable with another person. Even if that person was Ted. And because it was Ted, she so very much did not want to let him down. He deserved someone as kind and gentle as he was. For all that Rebecca knew of herself, 'kind and gentle' were not among her top descriptors.

"May I ask you something?" she said, breaking the tense silence between them.

"Ask me anything," he answered.

Rebecca took a breath to steel herself. She had to be brave to ask the question and even braver to hear the answer. "Why do you want me?"

He frowned. He had to search for an answer. What a bloody nightmare. God, Rebecca wanted the earth to just swallow her right up. But she resisted taking back the question or doing anything else to make things worse. She would just wait for him to say something. Even if it killed her.

Ted's eyes searched her face before looking down at her hands in her lap. She was fidgeting again. A terrible habit, but she couldn't help it.

He took her hands in both of his, stilling her worrying fingers. They both looked up at each other again as he finally responded. "I think you're the most captivating woman I've ever met. I've been thinkin' about it all day, how you're a soft heart with a tough exterior, and I like that about you. You're not very open, like I try to be, and I like that, too. Part of the reason Beard and I come as a package set is because I need someone with their feet on the ground to keep me from flyin' too close to the sun and ruining everything with my too-good intentions. I know I get a little too idealistic sometimes. But I like that I can bring out some hope in you while you help keep me grounded. And honestly, Rebecca, all the times you've been a friend to me through all the stuff I've been dealin' with, that's all more than I could've ever thought to ask for." He paused, swallowing hard. "That's all why I like you so much and why I wanna spend more time with you. But I want you because I've been havin' fantasies about you since the first time I saw you, and I never let myself think about it much until recently. I can't get you outta my head until I know what you look like and feel like and sound like all wrapped around me like in my dreams."

Her jaw dropped. "You've had dreams about me?"

"Filthy ones," he confirmed.

The bubble of arousal that had faded during her anxious worries suddenly boiled over at that. "How filthy?" she breathed.

"You want me to tell you?"

"I want you to show me."

That seemed to be all the convincing that Ted needed. He gathered her into his arms once again and kissed her with that incredible mustache of his. She whimpered into his mouth as his tongue brushed against hers. Rebecca hardly knew what was going on, so overwhelmed by his kiss, but then his hands found the zipper on the back of her dress and slowly pulled it down. He hadn't gotten it all the way down yet before he managed to unhook her bra.

Ted pulled back from the kiss to peel the sleeves and bra straps off her. Rebecca just sat there, dazed. She watched as Ted, breathing heavily from their passionate snog, bared her upper body and looked at her with awe.

"Holy shit," he said. It was more of a growl than anything.

Rebecca swallowed hard, even as she allowed her bra to fall to the floor and her dress to be pulled down to her waist. Ted had only sworn once in her presence, and the idea that the sight of her body inspired him to use that sort of language was extremely flattering. And arousing. "Should I take that to mean I live up to your fantasies thus far?" she asked shakily.

Ted tore his eyes away from her tits to look into her eyes. "And then some, darlin'."

She smiled. Her heart was pounding with anticipation and anxiety in equal measure, but god, she desperately wanted him to touch her.

But first, she needed to not be the only one of them half-naked. She took the hem of his jumper in her fingers and pulled it over his head. His hair got a bit mussed, flopping into his face. Rebecca pushed it back and leaned in to kiss him again, still addicted to that delicious mustache. Her fingers found the buttons of his shirt and got busy undoing them as quickly as she could.


Ted was about to snap and he knew it. He shouldn't've taken her dress off. Not yet. He was losing his dang mind. He was desperate to touch her. And now with her hands inside his shirt and over his chest, her fingernails lightly scratching over him…

He snapped. He sat back and practically ripped off his shirt and grabbed her by the waist and moved her further back on the bed so he could climb on top of her. His hands found her breasts and his mouth attached itself to her neck. Ted sucked on her pulse point in rhythm to his hands massaging the warm, soft pillows he held. Rebecca arched up, pressing herself into his touch, and moaning in response to his efforts. He wasn't sure he'd ever gotten so hard so fast since he was a teenager.

His lips traced the tendons of her neck and his tongue learned the contours of her collarbone. She was tall and strong but this part of her was always so delicate to his mind. But he didn't linger there too long. He continued down her body with wet, open-mouthed kisses to the curves of her breasts in turn before taking one tightly furled nipple lightly between his teeth and brushing over the other with his thumb. Rebecca whimpered as she writhed underneath him. Ted suckled at her with a little more gusto, making her cry out again. Only then did he alternate his efforts.

Ted allowed his free hand to wander down and push her dress down off her waist, but it got stuck around her hips, much to his frustration.

"Hang on," Rebecca said, pushing him off slightly.

He sat back as she wiggled herself free of the rest of her clothes, including her panties, kicking everything to the floor. He couldn't help but just stare at her. "Fuck me," he breathed, unable to stop himself from swearing at the glory of her.

"I thought that's what we were on our way to," she quipped.

Ted chuckled at that.

"Take your trousers off and then touch me again," Rebecca commanded. "I'd help, but you've already gotten me too shaky to even sit up."

"I don't want you to sit up," he told her. "I want you right there. Right like that."

"Well, we probably should get into the bed," she pointed out. "Wouldn't want to make a mess of your duvet."

Ted shook his head. "I can get it cleaned if I need to. I want you right there, right like that," he repeated.

Rebecca looked up at him in amazement. Ted wasn't really used to a naked woman looking at him like that, and he kinda liked it. Made him want to keep surprising her.

As quick as he could, Ted stripped down to just his boxers. Rebecca reached out to him, but he evaded her. Instead, he scooted down the bed. He pressed a few kisses to her belly, reveling in the way her muscles rippled under his touch. He gently spread her legs further apart. He put one up over his shoulder. Jeez, her legs were incredible. Every part of her was incredible. Ted dragged his lips across her inner thigh, making her shiver. And then he started in with one generous swipe of his tongue up her folds.

The sound that came out of Rebecca's mouth was one that made his cock twitch. He wanted to hear her do that again. And more. He alternated between lapping up her wetness and sucking on her. Ted tried to focus on what he was doing or else he was gonna make a mess of the duvet all on his own. Her thighs clenched around his ears as he tried to hold her steady. Her hips grinded against his mouth as she guided his efforts. He followed instruction as best he could. She quivered under his lips, and Ted knew she was close. He let go of one of her legs so he could add his fingers to the mix. As soon as he inserted one, she cried out and his finger was caught in the pulsating vice grip of her inner walls.

One orgasm wasn't enough for her, to his mind, so he carried on doing what seemed to be working for her with his tongue and thrust in and out of her with two fingers, increasing speed as he did. Her voice was going hoarse as she thrashed around on the bed. One of her hands found its way into her hair. Her fingernails dug into his scalp as she smothered him against her while her whole body shook.

When at last her body went limp, Ted slowed eventually stilled. He painted her hips with her own wetness when he gripped her there and sat up. His mustache was soaked with her, and he kissed his way back up her body.

Rebecca was panting when she grabbed at his face and pulled him back in to kiss her. The kiss was messy but brief. She turned her head so she could breathe, but she looked up at him with that sparkling green of hers blown wide and dark.

"I was right," she said hoarsely.

"About what?" he asked tenderly, pushing her hair back off her lovely face.

"That mustache is fucking brilliant."

Ted grinned. "Happy to be of service."

She hummed happily. "That was incredible."

He brushed his lips against hers lightly, enjoying this happy, lazy, loose mood of hers as she recovered from at least two climaxes. Truth was, he lost count.

"Ted?" she murmured against his lips.

"Yeah?"

"If you're not inside me in the next ten seconds, I'm going to fall asleep with your erection against my leg, and neither of us will be happy about it."

"I can wait, if you're tired," he offered. Though he was barely holding off the aching need in his cock right now.

"Absolutely not," she commanded.

Well, who was he to refuse that?


Rebecca's whole body was buzzing. She hadn't had an orgasm like that in…well, possibly ever. Actually, it was probably multiple. Already. Jesus fucking Christ, Ted Lasso really was a godsend.

But despite how much he'd satisfied her already, she wasn't nearly done with him. She wanted him inside her, needed to feel him move over her body, covering her in every way.

She spread her legs to welcome him back between them after he'd removed his trunks to join the haphazard pile of her dress and knickers and his other clothes. Rebecca looked into those dark brown eyes of his, full of such warmth and, at the moment, desire. Having him look at her like that was absolutely incredible. Everything he'd done so far, everything they were in the midst of doing, it was all made so much the better to have him look at her like that.

Rebecca felt the tip of his cock poised at her very sensitive entrance, but he hadn't pushed inside her yet. Far too much of a gentleman, even now, ever after everything up to this point. So Rebecca took the step for them, pulling him down to kiss her and moving her hips so he'd slip inside her. They both moaned into each other's mouths as he pressed his hips flush against hers so he was buried to the hilt in her body. Rebecca shifted herself to accommodate him and was quite pleased with the size of him.

He groaned her name as he started to move. Rebecca wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him in deep with each thrust. She clutched his shoulders to brace herself as she moved with his rhythm. Everything about this was exquisite. Everything about Ted Lasso was incredible.

Ted's face was screwed up tight with concentration as he clearly was trying to hold back for her. Rebecca was close, and she knew he was, too. "Let go, Ted," she murmured, smoothing out the tension on his face.

His pace turned frantic, and he hit just the right spot, hard and fast, and she fell apart again, crying out his name. A second later, he pulled out and finished rather dramatically all over her tits and stomach. Not entirely a situation she found very pleasant, but they'd not talked about it beforehand, and Rebecca was actually rather impressed with his courtesy on that front. Finding a morning after pill from a chemist's in Richmond would not be a very nice end to their evening.

But right now, Rebecca was too wrung out with pleasure to care about anything. Her whole body was splayed out on top of his bed. Ted had flopped on his back beside her. The room was silent and still but for their panting breaths.

Before either of them could manage to say anything, a loud beeping sounded from somewhere in the house. And then barking.

Ted scrambled up out of bed. "Aw heck, the lasagna!" he shouted. He grabbed his trunks and stumbled as he tried to get into them while running out the door.

Rebecca wasn't sure what she was supposed to do. She looked to the bedside table and didn't find any tissues. She didn't really want to use the duvet or either of their discarded clothes to clean herself off. Best go into the bathroom to figure it out.

She'd only just managed to stumble her way to the loo before she heard Ted call out her name. "Just a minute," she shouted back. She really needed a pee.

But she cleaned up and came back out to the bedroom quickly. She was still completely naked, but she found she didn't mind just now. Ted was standing there in only his trunks and looking her up and down with a smile. "Damn, look at you."

"You've been looking at me like this for the better part of an hour," she answered, blushing slightly.

He crossed over to her, running his hands up and down her waist and hips. "I like lookin' at you like this. And everything else."

"Yes, the everything else was rather good."

Ted grinned with pride, but then he must have seen something in her expression, because his face filled with concern. "You okay?"

Ordinarily, she wouldn't have said anything. She had gotten used to just accepting things quietly and with resignation when she was with Rupert. But those days were behind her. And one of the best things about Ted was that she could trust him. With everything. "I'd prefer if you didn't finish like that next time," she said.

His eyes went wide. "Oh my gosh, Rebecca, I'm so sorry."

She took his chin in her hand and kissed him to shut him up. "No need to be sorry. It was fine under the circumstances, but I think we can figure out a better solution in the future."

"Future?"

"Ted, you cannot give me the best sex of my life and not repeat the experience," she pointed out.

He was grinning again at that, which she liked. "Let's have dinner and then see what we can do about an encore," he said. He gave her an affectionate squeeze and a gentle swat on her bum. "Come on, food's ready. And I worked myself up an appetite."

Rebecca put on her knickers and Ted's discarded shirt and followed him out to the kitchen. Welton was lying on the floor. He lifted his head up to see them but went right back to sleep.

Ted served up the lasagna. It was only slightly burnt, but it was delicious. They talked and laughed at the kitchen table as they ate. Rebecca couldn't recall if she'd ever eaten a meal while barely dressed like this, but she had a vision of this very experience becoming a regular occurrence with Ted.

When they finished eating, Ted insisted on doing the dishes and having her sit there and look pretty for him. She laughed at that. He made her laugh constantly. She loved it. Loved him.

That thought surprised her, but it made her feel warm all over. She watched Ted at the sink, humming to himself, and she felt quite satisfied at the idea. She loved him. She wouldn't tell him yet. It was too soon for that. But she'd tell him eventually.

Rebecca's gaze moved from Ted to his wonderful dog. Welton was sitting up now, watching his master with affection in his eyes that Rebecca recognized all too well. And to think, it had been that dog that made her realize all that she wanted from Ted Lasso, all that they could share. "Good boy, Welton," she whispered. And she smiled.